Hello, and welcome to another edition of Robotic Gaming Monthly, Topless Robot's monthly column devoted to the recent happenings, reviews of recent releases, and trailers in gaming! This time around we ask such questions as "Should the major players in the gaming industry think smaller?", "Does Life is Strange show any promise?" and "Do giant purple bunnies really make the best mayoral candidates?" Let's head in and see what the answers to those questions and many others are!

Luke's mother-in-law is former LAPD, a licensed property appraiser and a self-described crazy cat lady. None of which has prepared her for TR readers. All questions and answers are real.

Hi! Well, another week has passed. It was pretty boring on my end. The movie last week with the film fest was canceled because the projector broke, and it is to be rescheduled. No word as to when, but I'm keeping fingers crossed. Hopefully it will not be done to long. The rest of the week has been spent working. Such a thing, but I like to eat.

The slow shift to digital first seems to be hitting critical mass this week. We've got a webcomic that was Kickstartered (sp? Or I guess conj?) onto paper, then picked up by Image; a Monkeybrain digital-first that's being printed by IDW; and a new hardcover volume of a book that, like so many of my high school girlfriends, is totally from France you just can't meet her because she's like, super busy and can't afford a plane ticket okay? Jesus, get off my back MOM.

Unlike some other sites, I felt unable to build an entire story around the above image. Maybe you can do so in your head.

I'll have a separate Oscars thread Sunday, as the TV world isn't stopping elsewhere - WWE's having a pay-per-view and The Walking Dead continues. Probably no Weekstarter Monday morning - I want to try other things, I take tips every day of the week anyway, and honestly it feels like most of the people who read it are just the ones who submitted for it. It may come back, depending - for now, don't be heartbroken if whatever thing you wanted everyone to see stays in this thread.

In which ex-cop/crazy cat lady/mom-in-law Martha Boyd answers your questions from the coziness of the Joshua Tree desert.

Happy Thursday. Hopefully we all made it thru Valentines Day. Next up, St Pat's Day, I believe. This week I have attached a photo of the lovely flowers and candle that I got from Julia and LYT for Valentines Day. They even included a card for St Patrick's Day. This is a thing John used to do. He always picked a card that had nothing to do with the holiday the gift was being sent for. They also shopped at Cactus Flower in Yucca Valley. This is the florist that our family has used for years and did the flowers for Julia and LYTs wedding a couple of years ago.

I am currently suffering from the ULTIMATE first world problem. I (paper)cut the shit out of my finger opening a box after Toy Fair and it hurts to type and APPARENTLY the fascists at my job won't let me apply for disability because of it. Thanks, Obama.

This week in comics: there's a vaccine for the Amazo virus, but the Justice League Watchtower is like space Marin County; the Peanuts gang gets an anniversary issue; Mothra rocks (I'm sorry); Magneto makes with the stabby; we find out what else you can get out of a space fishbowl besides a ripping hangover; we find out if anyone can make The Strain not shit; and we find out that Mark Millar can definitely make his writing not shit. But first, we find out if Olympus can stand up to the wrath of Girl.

The Harvester is a new action book out this week from Legendary Comics. It's written by Brandon Seifert (Hellraiser, Witch Doctor), with art by Eric Battle (The Flash, X-Men) and Lee Loughridge (literally everything). I had a chance to talk to Seifert about the comic and about working with Legendary, almost an upstart as a comic publisher despite its status as a very successful film company. AND I scored us some preview art!

In which ex-cop/crazy cat lady/mom-in-law Martha Boyd answers your questions from the coziness of the Joshua Tree desert.

Boy, I saw a survey on TV this last week that I can't believe: 48% of people surveyed said passengers should not bring food on an airplane. What? When I was little and flew, food was part of the ticket price and you were served a meal, sometimes 2 depending on the length of the flight. Today you are lucky to get an ounce of mixed nuts. The prices of food on the plane are excessive for what they serve in the little plastic box, oh and the planes will only take a credit card - no cash. I still fly several times a year. Always bring food as I refuse to pay $10.00 for a fruit plate.

Granted, I can see an objection to some foods that totally stink up the entire plane, so when I travel I bring food that has no grand, in your face smell. Typically on the flight I bring cookies, chips and some sort of sandwich - chicken, ham / cheese, PBJ etc. I love tuna but leave it at home as it does tend to have a smell. I pack it in a small lunch pack with an small ice block. I even have small travel containers for the food so I am not making additional waste with wrappers and disposable plastic containers. I think until airlines improve service we should be welcomed to pack a lunch. Okay, that's my soapbox for the week.

The Super Bowl bet between Chrises Evans and Pratt has to be the nicest thing in the world. How could you not like these guys? To catch you up: Evans is a Patriots fan while Pratt likes the Seahawks. If the Seahawks won, Evans agreed to go to Seattle Children's Hospital dressed as Captain America and wave a 12th Man flag. Because the Pats won WOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO SAWX, Pratt agreed to visit Christopher's Haven in Boston dressed as Star Lord, but wearing a Brady jersey TAWMMY WOOOOO.

Sorry. Evans, being the all around awesome dude he is, is still going to Seattle Children's dressed as Cap, which is more than enough to make me go "Awww," sigh and surreptitiously fan myself like the genteel Southern lady I am.

This week in comics, Cobra tries to up their Q score; women be plottin'; Batman takes an odd angle to stop drug shipments; time runs out on the Ultimate Universe and the Goon's will to live, apparently; Boom redoes Starship Troopers without all that pesky racism; and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. But first: hot damn can Scott McCloud write.

Hello, and welcome to another edition of Robotic Gaming Monthly, Topless Robot's monthly look at what the gaming world has to offer in the past few weeks...ugh...alright, I kind of still have a post-Christmas gaming hangover going on here...I mean, after months of writing this article regularly, doing a ton of gaming coverage, and having to review a lot of games, a month where not much actually happens in gaming and you can relax sort of hits you hard...like, to the point where I'm still collapsed on the bed, half-clutching a controller, and sleeping off last year's E3. Nonetheless, we must move forward...and right into a quagmire of bad decisions, as you'll see. So let's take a look!